Depression is an odd thing, it comes and goes as it likes, degrading people, and
making them feel misery. Depression comes and reminds me of things I need not
remember, of things that cause me pain, and I go back to the black hole. The black
hole is in relation with my suicidal thoughts, attempts, and self-injury. I'll reach
for a pill bottle, a razor (oh wait, thats gone), a straightner, a lighter.
Depression also makes me strong though, it gives me the sense to smell back-stabbers
a million miles away..I hate depression. Go fuck yourself depression.

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